Rayna and Juliette argue bitterly about their duet. They trade increasingly hurtful barbs as the menfolk smirk in that “Isn’t it funny when women hate each other” way until Rayna does something pretty fucking unforgiveable. She says that everybody at that table and in that room know Juliette isn’t good enough to play on that stage alongside Rayna. OUCH! That was stone-cold, Lamar–style cuntiness. Juliette tucks her tail between her legs and limps away. Deacon blows up! Yay! He’s fighting for his friend. I lurve him all over again.
Rayna shows up at Juliette’s and they write a song. It actually didn’t play out as trite as that sentence might lead you to think.
Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe Gwen Stefani? If I have to watch her stupid commercial one more time, I might shoot my tv. Actually, that would never happen. I don’t own a gun. I’m a Canadian so we do all our hunting by crossbow or hand. I will say one positive thing about her – she has aged remarkably well.
Hmmm….the big performance. I’m not sure how exactly I feel except that Juliette’s lipstick was way, way too red.
Ooooh! The hour flew by. What a really, really great episode. I’ll be chugging away at the full recap right after I finish my Liz and Dick cappie. See you soon!
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